Where a Tail Leads
by that-so-haiven
Summary: We all know Cam successfully  tailed her dad when she was 7, but is there more to the story? I think yes. Rated T because i have a pet unicorn.
1. Chapter 1

Mommy says that there are two things I'm not supposed to do:

1.) Look for my Christmas presents.

2.) Spy on mommy.

But I just had to know what I got for Christmas. So I didn't, break the rules I mean.

Daddy said he was going golfing with Mr. Joe. But I know the truth. Not because I could tell he was lying. Cause I couldn't. I'm not that good. Yet. It's because when I asked Mr. Joe if he could come play tea with me today he said that he wanted to but he was going somewhere that I forget the name of. Something about dead roses. **(a/n get it? Blackthorne? I thought it was clever :/)** and since daddy always tells me when he goes on missions I know he's gotta be going to get me presents.

I could probably run to the mall, its only about twenty blocks, and still look normal but I think daddy would notice a seven-year-old running behind him. So when daddy wasn't looking, I got into the trunk, making sure I could get out.

When I heard the car stop I waited two minutes after the door opened and closed. I opened up the trunk and immediately found daddy. I thought about just running to daddy and asking him what he's gunna get me. But then I realized that would be a stupid idea so I decided to follow him. Daddy always says tailing isn't like a string; it's like a rubber band. So whenever I saw a really cool toy in a window, I stopped, whenever I got thirsty, I got a drink (with the emergency 20 Grandma Morgan told me to keep in my sock), always keeping daddy in the corner of my eye.

Daddy went into the toy store and was walking around. He went behind a shelf and I couldn't see him anymore. I pondered what to do. On one hand, I didn't want to get caught. On the other, Aunt Abby says that being a spy isn't about not taking chances, it's about taking the ones that are worth it. If I didn't find out what daddy was getting me I might as well abort the mission. And I couldn't do that, not yet. This was my first mission! I couldn't abort now, I was going to find out or be grounded trying. So I took the chance. I regulated my pace and walked down the aisle. Daddy only glanced in my direction. He didn't recognize me! I was giddy with excitement. I made sure not to let it show though.

I had just enough time to peek at what daddy was getting me. My very own coms unit! No way! Of course it was for kids and it wasn't even comparable to mommy's or daddy's but I didn't care. I could have backup now! Like Bex! She would be so excited when she found out! We would be the best spy team ever! And we would kick some bad guy booty!

I needed to waste some time. So I went to the bestest place in the whole mall. The play-place! I went in and took off my shoes and put them in a cubbyhole.

I saw this boy who was different than all of the other kids. He was climbing on stuff and he didn't slip or anything and he was going really fast too. I bet he's a spy, kinda like me. I decided to ask him. So I went up to him. His eyes are really green, like the picture I made for mommy yesterday. He smirked. He was standing on top of a play thingy. "Can you come down?" I asked.

"Sure."

"I have a question."

"Okay."

"Are you a spy?"

He looked surprised, but quickie covered it, he smirked, "No, are you?"

I quickly grabbed his wrist and flipped him, and planted my small foot firmly on his chest. "No," I answered, stealing his smirk, "and you lied."

Before I knew what was happening, my feet were swept out from underneath me and I was lying on my back, arms pinned above me, "Yeah," he said regaining his smirk, "I guess I did."

Man, this kid was good. And for some reason I felt safe around him.

"Do you want to play?" I felt myself asking.

"Well I would, but this pretty girl I met flips really hard."

I blushed at the compliment. "We could just talk if you wanted to," I offered.

"I'd like that."

We sat down over to the side. I stared, "Why are you here?"

"My dad went shopping for a suit, how about you?"

A blush crept up my cheeks."You promise you won't tell?" he nodded, "I wanted to know what I got for Christmas. I tailed daddy."

"Wow," he looked genuinely impressed. "Who's your dad?"

"Matthew Morgan," I whispered quietly.

"He's your dad?" I nodded. "That is probably the coolest thing I've heard all week!"

I laughed at his enthusiasm.

"So tell me, how is the great Cameron Ann Morgan planning on getting back home?"

"Okay, so, 1. How do you know my name? 2. I never really thought that far. 3. Since you know my name I should get to know your's"

"Well, 1. Your dad is like my hero. I would be a bad admirer if I didn't even know the name of his only daughter. 2 I will help you think of something. 3. Zach Goode at your service." he bowed, in a very Renaissance way, and kissed my hand. I giggled, my cheeks mentionably pinker.

He sat down and I could tell he pondered what I should do. Finally, he spoke, "Do you have any relatives that wouldn't be mad and/or tell your parents"

I thought about it. Mom? No. Joe? Maybe, probably not. Aunt Abby! "My Aunt Abby's pretty cool." I said.

"Do you know where she is?"

"She just got home from a mission."

"Why don't you call her and ask her to pick you up?"

"I don't have a cell phone."

"I do, here." he handed me the phone.

I had Aunt Abby's number memorized, mommy made me. I punched in the number, "Hello?"

"Hi."

"Who is this?"

"It's Cammie, Aunt Abby."

"Oh, hey Cam, what do you need?"

"Could you come pick me up at the mall?"

"Sure, wait how did you get there? And when did you get a cell phone?"

"First, I kinda, sorta, snuck into the back of dad's car because I wanted to know what I got for Christmas. Second, I made a new friend and he let me borrow his."

"Oh, he? Hmmm." she said suggestively.

"Abby," I reprimanded, "He is standing right here and he is a spy, so be nice." I made it sound as though she had said a mean remark.

Zach raised an eyebrow. I mouthed "later" and he nodded.

"Okay, be there in about 15 minutes. Be good."

"Okay, I will."

When I was about to hang up with the phone I front of me she yelled, "And no kissing!"

Zach was right there! I turned I bright shade of pink and he, you guessed it, smirked. He took the phone, "No promises!" I heard Abby laugh before Zach hung up.

"Thanks"

"Your welcome."

We continued with small talk for 13 minutes and 27seconds before I decided it was time to go, I waited for a break in the conversation. "I need to go," I said politely.

"Okay," he said sadly. "So this is goodbye?"

I smirked at him, "Come on Zach, what would be the odds of that?"

And with that I walked out of the play-place and, if you want to be dramatic about it, his life. Only to walk back in and kiss him on the cheek before finally leaving Zach dumfounded.

**A/N this is just a one-shot unless you want it to be more. I have an idea for it but it isn't like is burning in the back of my head. Oh and I thought about changing my penname to either Alyssa Benet (there's supposed to be an accent mark over the second e but I couldn't figure out how to do that so just imagine it's there) or ifyouneedagunitstoolate. Tell me what you think because according to the grade I got on my last English paper, my crud detector is broken. Badly. **


	2. Just a dream

**Okay so the common vote was for me to continue. I will try to update soonish, but if you've read any of my other stories you know I am really bad at consistantly updating, I'm sorry if this is bad but I'm tired. And thanks to all of you amazing people who updated!**

I woke up gasping for air. It was just a dream. But it couldn't be. It was too real. It had to be a flashback. But more importantly, the boy, the one I was so bold with, was Zach. As in the boy I had just realized I'm in love with. As in the boy who had asked me to run away with. As in the boy I had said no to. As in the boy who was lying next to me. No, we weren't captured by the Circle. But he found me. Zach _always_ finds me. I couldn't bring myself to leave him either. He would just find me anyway. "Cammie, what's wrong?" he asked. I must've woken him up.

"You lied." I stated, remembering. A look of worry passed over his features. I continued, "I asked you if you were a spy, and you lied."

He smiled, a genuine, toothy smile. "You remember?" I nodded. "Why did it take so long?"

I gasped. I had another flashback.

_Me and Abby were singing loudly to a song on the radio. The song ended and Abby turned down the volume. "So, what's his name?" she questioned._

_"Zach," I said quietly, "Zach Goode." A look of panic passed over her face but it disappeared so fast that I almost thought I had imagined it, but I knew better._

_She took out her cell phone. "Hey, Joe...I'm in the car with Cammie...She tailed her dad to find out what she was getting for Christmas...Yeah, I know she's really amazing. But listen, she made a friend...Yes, yes, Joe, he was__** good**__...I can't wait to see you either...Bye, Joe."_

_Abby turned up again the radio again and went on like nothing was wrong. When we got to the house Mr. Joe was there with my mom. Mom was so mad. "What were you thinking? I was worried sick!"_

_"I'm sorry mom, I was just curious."_

_I gave mom a hug. Then finally realizing Joe's presence, I jumped into his arms. "Hey," he said bending down to my eye level, "How about we have that tea party you were asking about?"_

_We walked back to my room where the tea was already made and everything. He pulled my chair out for me and I giggled. I took a sip and I realized I was really tired from the day's excursion. "Hey Joe? Can I have a rain check? I'm really tired, I think I'm going to take a nap."_

_He chuckled and tucked me in. I had a dreamless sleep._

I looked at Zach, "The tea. They gave me memory-erasing tea." He just nodded. Neither of us need an explanation. My family saw Zach as a threat, so they took him out of my life. It was simple. The only thing that really surprised me was that I had been in danger, even back then.

"I-I thought you just didn't remember me, that I wasn't worth remembering. When we were saying goodbye after the exchange, I thought you remembered. You didn't. That's why I ignored you all those weeks. I was just frustrated that you didn't remember."

"I'm sorry Zach," I kissed him on the cheek. "And you are definitely worth remembering." I whispered. Oh, and before you get any ideas, we aren't stupid. We wouldn't do anything. Mom would kill me and revive me again so Joe could kill me too.

"We should get going. It's almost light out."

"But Gallagher Girl, we just got here."

"We've been here two whole days! If it were up to me we would be in Zimbabwe with a firmly established cover by now."

"You need to relax."

"That's always what they say before something bad happens."

"They?"

"Yeah, they, as in the people in the movies. The guy always says, 'You need to relax.' And the girl always ends up being robbed or raped or...captured." I said the last part a barely audible whisper. I didn't realize that I was crying until Zach held me close to him and started whispering soothing words to me. The truth was, no matter how amazing my training was, I was scared. More than I should've been. That's why I need Zach. Zach is the only one who under stands having to leave to protect the ones you love. Zach and...Dad.

"Zach?"

"Yeah?"

"I-I'm scared."

"I'll protect you, you know that."

"I know, that's why I'm scared. I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I thought you died. I can't go through that again."

"I wouldn't leave you. I love you too much."

I knew he wouldn't leave. But there are some things-Wait. Hold up. Did he just say he loves me? Judging by the nervous look on his face, he did. I couldn't hold back the smile that grew on my face. "I love you too." I threw my arms around his neck.

He pulled his head back to look in my eyes. "Really?" He asked in bewilderment.

"Yes. Yes. A million times yes!"

Maybe if we hadn't been so caught up in each other we would've heard the quiet footsteps on the hotel room floor. Maybe we would have heard the door shut. Maybe we would've seen the source of the voice that said, "Now isn't that sweet?"

We were instantly in a fighting stance. We would give in to that woman. I noticed that Zach cringed whenever I called her his mother, so I stopped. Eventually I saw her as he did. A rotten apple. Something that used to be good, something that produced something amazing but not anymore. She was, to put it simply, evil. "Now Zachary, don't be like that." she said trying to sound motherly, and to someone who didnt know better, she did. But I knew to much. I've seen the pain and destruction that she can cause and I know that no mother could ever do that. Judging by the way Zach just tensed more, he knew that too.

We also knew one other thing, they wouldn't win. We wouldn't give in.

There's a point everyone has to choose fight or flight. As much as i wanted to tell myself it wasn't true, I chose flight, and now was not the time to change my mind or be second guessing myself. Zach knew this too, we had talked about our escape plan in the beginning. My worries weren't about lack of planning. We'd done plenty of that. No, my worries were about whether the plan would work.

**I don't know if this is longish enough or not but I had an English paper due and I'm getting a 89% in English so i had to work really hard on my paper and i was simi-grounded(because of the 89) and the only way i could even write on this for 30 minutes was if I let him read it which is why it's kinda watered down because my dad already thinks I'm growing up and I don't want him to think that I have a dirty mind too. To wrap all of this up if you want to blame it on anybody blame it on my outrageously strict English teacher. **

**P.S. sorry for all of the spelling/grammar mistakes because i dont have Word on my new laptop yet so im using wordpad and it doesnt have auto-correct or spellcheck and it doesnt divide the doccument into pages(which is why i dont know if its longish enough or not [for all i know it could be outrageously long {probably not}]) And you see the thing is, I dotn even know if this will work but, apparently since you are readinng this, eventually, it did. **


	3. Sleep

**Well i decided to update even though I only got like 3 reviews ( that I am really thankful for) OH! story time! So it's like almost 10 am right now and I've been checking my email like every 30 minutes for updates and I haven't had any since I got up this morning (which was like 7(it was an accident)) so I was like "What is up with people and not updating!" And then I realized that most of you are probably at school and then i was like, "Haha! Suckas!" And no, I'm not playing hookie and I'm not sick (allergies, but not sick) I DONT HAVE SCHOOL TODAY! Now you re probably like "Is there a national holiday that i missed." to which i would answer no. And then you would be like "Oh you probably go to a private school that doesnt get state funding so they don't have specified days that they have to go to school." And I would say not a chance. So then you would be like "WILL YOU JUST TELL ME ALREADY!" So id be like fine, gosh. But at my school we had parent-teacher conferences yeaterday and they let us off today for some odd reason, not that I'm complaing. So take this as an after-school treat. Even though you yelled at me. And I'm never ever going to forgive you for it.**

_Recap:_

_We were instantly in a fighting stance. We would give in to that woman. I noticed that Zach cringed whenever I called her his mother, so I stopped. Eventually I saw her as he did. A rotten apple. Something that used to be good, something that produced something amazing but not anymore. She was, to put it simply, evil. "Now Zachary, don't be like that." she said trying to sound motherly, and to someone who didnt know better, she did. But I knew to much. I've seen the pain and destruction that she can cause and I know that no mother could ever do that. Judging by the way Zach just tensed more, he knew that too._

_We also knew one other thing, they wouldn't win. We wouldn't give in. _

_There's a point everyone has to choose fight or flight. As much as i wanted to tell myself it wasnt true, I chose flight, and now was not the time to cahnge my mind or be second guessing myself. Zach knew this too, we had talked about our escape plan in the begining. My worries weren't about lack of planning. We'd done plenty of that. No, my worries were about whether the plan would work._

I was so tired but I couldn't fall asleep. I just couldn't. I told Zach to sleep first because _he_ was the on with the bullet wound. It should've been me. Our plan would've worked but he was too worried about protecting me to protect himself. And this, my friends, is whay spies dont fall in love. Zach tried to argue with me, to get me to got to sleep first. But I was in no mood to argue and I was the one withe the Napotine patches. We were on our way to the only sure-fire place that is safe in the world, or at least the continent. Solomon's safe house. Now technically Mr. Solomon dided 4 months ago but also, technically, Gallagher Academy is a bording scholl for geniuses, not spies. So, if you think about it, in our world, technicalities don't really have a place. We both knew that going to the safe house would get us found. We both knew that it would be like going to Gallagher, giving up. But we would be back. We just needed to rejuvinate , get some well-deserved sleep and take time for our wounds to heal. We were on a bus. I know you're yelling at me right now saying "A public place? Have you gone mental?" but, when we got the bullet out Zach instantly recognozed it from his Wepons Recognition class at Blackthorne. It was a tracker bullet. So we got it on a plane (don't ask) to Mongoila. Now, I assume that they won't be fooled forever, even though we got it on some luggage that will be circling the globe for a while. So, we have to keep moving. Zach stired a little. I looked down at him. I was met by his gorgeous green eyes. "Did I wake you up?" I asked.

"No," he answered. "The patch just wore off."

"I was kind of hoping you would forget about that." I mumbled.

"Nope."

"Look," I said, "Were almost here."

"We aren't scheduled to stop for another 3 hours."

I smiled at him wickedly. "I know."

I led him to the back where there was a door. I quickly disabled the alarm. "What do we do now?"

"We jump."

So we did.

Zach POV (Just because you guys are amazing)

I hit the ground with a thud. When we jumped I made sure to tuck Cammie's frail body in mine, so she didnt get the impact. I know she's a Gallagher Girl, but she's still human and I loose anyone else, especially Cammie. I love her. She's the only one who understands the loss of a parent.

When we landed she sucked in a breath, realizing that I had taken most of the blow. "Zach are you okay? We can rest if you want." Her voice was so small so broken and I could tell she was on the verge of tears. I picked her up and led her to a nearby bench I sat her on my lap and let her cry into my sholder. After awhile she asked, "Why did you do that? You could've hurt your wound or broken a bone or...died."

I was hugging her close taking in her scent. She was the one thing left that was precious to me. "Baby, you're the only one who I have left. And besides, I told you I'd never leave you."

With that, I gently kissed her, being as gently yet passionate as possible. I pulled away first. "We should get walking," I said.

"Okay," she said in a small voice, still slightly breathless. I smiled. She is so adorable. She stared to get up but I held her down. I got up and stared carrying her, bridal style. "Zach," she said, amusement clearly evidnet in her voice. "Put me down, I'm a big girl, I can walk." I olbiged.

She started speed walking towards our destination. That wasn't going to work. "Not so fast Gallagher Girl." I took her hand in mine. "That's better."

"Zach it's a proven fact that operatives-"

I cut her off "It's either this," I held up our joined hands for emphasis, "or this. " Before she could say anything I had swept her legs out from under her and was carying her in our previous positon. "Of course, I perfer option 2 but I can compromise."

"Fine I'll hold your hand," she mumbled, even though I could tell she was glad I want to be with her.

I smiled. "Look now see, that wasn't so bad. And we're almost there."

And we were. We were about a quarter of a mile from the house's driveway. "Race ya" I said already taking off.

"No, Zach in your physical state it isn't good for you to exert-" She started to protest but realizing that there wasn't any stopping me and that she was loosing, she groaned and stared off after me.

But from lack of sleep and determination she didn't see the rock that stuck up out of the gravel and she tripped. I ran back to her. Without a word I picked her up and carried her to the house. she must've either been in too much pain or too sleepy to protest, and that worried me. When I opened the door with the key Joe gave me and laid her on the couch I realized why. Cam was fast asleep. Quickly and quietly I moved to clean her cuts. She stayed asleep. When I was done I took her to the bedroom. I laid down wraping, my arms around her. Sure, there were other beds in the house. Sure, I knew that Joe would be here in the morning. And I knew there would be hell to pay for sleeping with Cammie (not like that!). But having her here, in my arms, knowing that my Gallagher Girl was safe, was worth it.

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**P.S. If you didn't read the author's note at the top please do.**


	4. Apology

**I just realized that I haven't put a disclaimer yet and this is for the whole story, so read carefully. I DO NOT OWN GALLAGHER GIRLS OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT ISN'T MINE. I also just read through the last chapter and I realized how many mistakes there are. For this, I am truely and sincerely sorry. I will try to do better in the future. And this is not actually a chapter. Please forgive me.**

**~t**


	5. The Talk

**Okay, so I was kind of disapointed by the amount of reviews I got for the last chapter so I'm starting to think I should update less so you truly appreciate when I update. Maybe I'm being mean because of lack of sleep. But its probably PMS. For all fo you who doesn't know what that means it stands for Panda Mattress Syndrome. It's when you bed get really unconfortable so you don't sleep good and are really grumpy the next day. I am, once again, sorry for the grammar/spelling mistakes.**

Where am I? The Circle didn't catch us did they? But the Circle doesn't have beds this comfy. The Circle doesn't have homemade quilts. The Circle wouldn't be stupid enough to leave the knife that I left in my sock. The Circle would have me and Zach **(I know, improper grammar but it was the only way to have this next part work.)** tied up. Zach. Where is he? Wait, his arms are around my waist. They felt nice there. Oh, one more thing, the Circle wouldn't have have Joe Solomon glaring at us from the foot of the bed.

I smirked up at him. Why didn't I blush? Because I knew that _I_ wasn't the one Joe wanted to kill. It was the boy I was in love with laying next to me that was dead. "You can't kill him, you know."

"I know, you need him."

I nodded snuggling into Zach's side. His eyes blinked open. When he spotted Joe he groaned, "Kill me now."

I looked up at Zach with the best puppy dog eyes I could muster, "Zachy, why would you say something like that?" I said with an innocent tone. I allowed my eyes to become slightly watery.

"I'm sorry Cam, I didn't know you're awake. I didn't mean it. I swear."

I snuggled closer to him, to comfortable to laugh in his face. But Joe wasn't. "Zach, as the man who all but raised you, I'm disappointed that you are such putty in a girl's hand. As your CovOps teacher, I'm disappointed that you fell for her acting, even if you did just wake up. But as Cammie's godfather I'm extremely grateful that you respect her so much."

I could feel Zach tense at being reprimanded. "Thank you Zach, I love you."

He kissed the top of my head, "I love you too."

When I looked back at Joe, he looked a little shell-shocked. "Joe?" I asked, not even trying to hide the amusement in my voice.

"You guys are already there?" We nodded. "That's dangerous."

"Joe," I spoke up. "It's always been dangerous. You of all people should know that. We just aren't alone now."

Joe sighed, "Okay, but Zach, can I have a word?"

I started to protest but Zach kissed the top of my head and started to get up, silently telling me this was something he had to do. Alone. All that was left to do was sit and wait and pray that Zach came back looking the same way I left him.

ZachPOV

I didn't want to get out of the bed. I didn't want to face the wrath of Joe Solomon. And I especially didn't want to leave Cammie. But that's exactly why I had to. Cammie. If I wanted for this to happen with Joe's blessing I had to do this and putting it off wasn't going to make it any better. "Zach, all I'm asking for is for you to hear me out." I nodded. "I know that Cammie has a tough front. I know she is a spy and a Morgan. And I know she is a Gallagher Girl. But she is still a girl with feelings. They aren't like us, they can't be trained to ignore their emotions. They can be trained not to think with them or to show them but they can't just throw them aside. I guess what I'm saying is Cammie can still hurt. She still needs a sholder to cry on and she still needs someone who loves her. I'm not going to tell you not to hurt her because you won't," he said the last part a little threateningly. "I just want to know that you can be the one who does that. The one who holds her when she cries, the one who holds her hand when she's nervous. The one who will follow her into the secret passage ways on her dad's birthday."

"I can and I will. I love her and I care about her so much."

"Okay," he sighed, "She's probably missing you by now."

When I got back to the room I couldn't believe my eyes. Cammie wasn't there. I heard a slight wizzing sound and ducked just in time to avoid a kick to the head. I was not in the mood for this. A million thoughts ran through my head. Where was Cammie? Why wasn't Joe here? I must've been too caught up in my thoughts because the next thing I knew I was laying on my back with my hands pinned above my head and my attacker above me. My facial expression must've been priceless because a giggle escaped my attacker's lips. A giggle that made my heart stutter. "You've gotten rusty." she said, a smirk playing on her lips.

"I was worried about you, that's why."

"Well, in that case, you're forgiven." she gave me a chaste kiss.

That was when we heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see Mrs. Morgan smirking at us. Cammie got up, "Mom!"

"What were you thinking? I was worried sick!"

CPov

"What were you thinking? I was worried sick!"

This triggered my flashback to race across my mind, "I'm sorry mom, I was just curious."

She sighed, "So you remembered?"

I nodded Zach and I were standing by now, he had his arm protectively around my waist. I snuggled into his chest. And somehow, I felt safe.

**Okay so I know this is shortish but I'm tired and PMS is really bad today and I had Algebra homework. Oh, and I'm going to let you in on a secret: If your dad grounds you from FanFiction and you have a lot of updates that you really want to read, lock yourself in the bathroom (it helps when you have your own bathroom) and read. When he asks you what you are doing yell, "I had to poop!" (It helps your conscience when you actually had to poop so you aren't actually lying) Before you go asking me, yes, I have done this before. It's a proven method.**

**Please review because it makes me feel all fuzzy inside. And if I don't get more than 5 reviews telling me to continue I won't because this isnt the worst ending ever and I'm out of ideas for this story. So if you want to review/pm me your ideas (you will get credit) I will accept it as a review telling me to continue. And just so you know, I don't bluff. Last week I told a dude that if he didn't do the Cupid Shuffle (my fav dance) with me and my friends I wouldn't text him anymore. And he "forgot" so I'm not texting him anymore because 1.) I'm stuborn. 2.) I dont want to be known as the girl who bluffs. So ya. Don't be all like "Oh, well surely someone else will review, so I don't need to." Well, that's how stories get discontinued. OH! and when you review put Asteroid in front so I know who read this. (Sorry I stole this idea from somebody but I have no earthly idea who so whoever you are pm me or whatever so I can give you due credit no the next chapter (if there is one))**


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